Song | Young N****s |
Artist | Gucci Mane |
Artist | Waka Flocka Flame |
Album | Music From The Motion Picture Spring Breakers |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Twisting fingers in the club, I'm a young nigga | |
I got them young niggas that'll hide your body parts | |
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I'm a young nigga (x2) | |
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] | |
Yeah, most my niggas rob, they don't got a job | |
I got a couple young niggas that’ll take the charge | |
So I don’t bring a bodyguard, I bring my entourage | |
Stop the track, pause, R.I.P. to Camoflague | |
I'm 'bout to pull my yellow 'Rari out the car garage | |
I got some young niggas that’ll hide your body parts | |
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] | |
Twisting fingers in the club, I'm a young nigga | |
Got them old niggas saying I love that young nigga | |
Your whole clique buying shots, y'all some broke niggas | |
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I'm a young nigga | |
In the car, strapped up with them guns, nigga | |
We shooting at the police just for fun, nigga | |
[Hook: Gucci Mane] | |
My pants sagging low like a young nigga | |
I'm twisting up the dro like a young nigga | |
I'm in the club, thirty deep, like a young nigga | |
I'm still in the streets like a young nigga | |
Like a young nigga, this one for the young niggas | |
Where you from, this one for them young niggas | |
This one is for the young niggas | |
Where you from, nigga, this one's for the young niggas | |
[Hook: Gucci Mane] | |
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] | |
Ray Charles vision, screaming where's the competition | |
Lot of rappers on a carton, man, they swag missing | |
I'm on that young nigga shit, shiesty ass niggas at my shows rob for bricks | |
Gucci said I'm going hard, Flocka on this shit | |
Old-school swag, got these hoes on my dick | |
I'm a lotto pick, I'm like which girl to get | |
Pulled up on some onset, yellow and black whip | |
I'm on my Wiz Khalifa shit, I don't do no papers | |
Fresh up on them papers, haters catch the vapors | |
Shoes alligator, I'm talking about Jordans | |
She ain't got enough swag, shawty can't afford 'em |
Twisting fingers in the club, I' m a young nigga | |
I got them young niggas that' ll hide your body parts | |
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I' m a young nigga x2 | |
Verse 1: Gucci Mane | |
Yeah, most my niggas rob, they don' t got a job | |
I got a couple young niggas that' ll take the charge | |
So I don' t bring a bodyguard, I bring my entourage | |
Stop the track, pause, R. I. P. to Camoflague | |
I' m ' bout to pull my yellow ' Rari out the car garage | |
I got some young niggas that' ll hide your body parts | |
Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame | |
Twisting fingers in the club, I' m a young nigga | |
Got them old niggas saying I love that young nigga | |
Your whole clique buying shots, y' all some broke niggas | |
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I' m a young nigga | |
In the car, strapped up with them guns, nigga | |
We shooting at the police just for fun, nigga | |
Hook: Gucci Mane | |
My pants sagging low like a young nigga | |
I' m twisting up the dro like a young nigga | |
I' m in the club, thirty deep, like a young nigga | |
I' m still in the streets like a young nigga | |
Like a young nigga, this one for the young niggas | |
Where you from, this one for them young niggas | |
This one is for the young niggas | |
Where you from, nigga, this one' s for the young niggas | |
Hook: Gucci Mane | |
Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame | |
Ray Charles vision, screaming where' s the competition | |
Lot of rappers on a carton, man, they swag missing | |
I' m on that young nigga shit, shiesty ass niggas at my shows rob for bricks | |
Gucci said I' m going hard, Flocka on this shit | |
Oldschool swag, got these hoes on my dick | |
I' m a lotto pick, I' m like which girl to get | |
Pulled up on some onset, yellow and black whip | |
I' m on my Wiz Khalifa shit, I don' t do no papers | |
Fresh up on them papers, haters catch the vapors | |
Shoes alligator, I' m talking about Jordans | |
She ain' t got enough swag, shawty can' t afford ' em |
Twisting fingers in the club, I' m a young nigga | |
I got them young niggas that' ll hide your body parts | |
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I' m a young nigga x2 | |
Verse 1: Gucci Mane | |
Yeah, most my niggas rob, they don' t got a job | |
I got a couple young niggas that' ll take the charge | |
So I don' t bring a bodyguard, I bring my entourage | |
Stop the track, pause, R. I. P. to Camoflague | |
I' m ' bout to pull my yellow ' Rari out the car garage | |
I got some young niggas that' ll hide your body parts | |
Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame | |
Twisting fingers in the club, I' m a young nigga | |
Got them old niggas saying I love that young nigga | |
Your whole clique buying shots, y' all some broke niggas | |
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I' m a young nigga | |
In the car, strapped up with them guns, nigga | |
We shooting at the police just for fun, nigga | |
Hook: Gucci Mane | |
My pants sagging low like a young nigga | |
I' m twisting up the dro like a young nigga | |
I' m in the club, thirty deep, like a young nigga | |
I' m still in the streets like a young nigga | |
Like a young nigga, this one for the young niggas | |
Where you from, this one for them young niggas | |
This one is for the young niggas | |
Where you from, nigga, this one' s for the young niggas | |
Hook: Gucci Mane | |
Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame | |
Ray Charles vision, screaming where' s the competition | |
Lot of rappers on a carton, man, they swag missing | |
I' m on that young nigga shit, shiesty ass niggas at my shows rob for bricks | |
Gucci said I' m going hard, Flocka on this shit | |
Oldschool swag, got these hoes on my dick | |
I' m a lotto pick, I' m like which girl to get | |
Pulled up on some onset, yellow and black whip | |
I' m on my Wiz Khalifa shit, I don' t do no papers | |
Fresh up on them papers, haters catch the vapors | |
Shoes alligator, I' m talking about Jordans | |
She ain' t got enough swag, shawty can' t afford ' em |